I am the lonely little boy with holes in his shoes
Needing a haircut and longer pants
Desperate for attention

I am the lucky latch key liar
When a friend takes me home with them after school
Until their parents ask me about my Dad
Or why youíre not home yet
Needing to make up stories because I donít know the truth
Desperate for parents like theirs

I am the sick one in pajamas and chicken pox cheeks
Stuck in our apartment scratching, scared, crying
Needing someone to talk to
Desperate for someone to take care of me

I am the kid in the principalís office
Because he canít shut up in class
But Iím completely silent with our secret
Itís my fault because I liked it
Needing someone, and I think youíre cool
Desperate for attention
It's okay to find the faith to saunter forward
With no fear of shadows spreading where you stand
And you'll breathe easier just knowing
that the worst is all behind you
And the waves that tossed the raft all night
have set you on dry land
- The Mountain Goats - "Never Quite Free"